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her heart. “My mother couldn’t handle us alone, so my brothers and I were placed in foster homes,” his hand clenching into a fist. “Our world was blown apart.”
Despite her huge doubts about Rafe’s ability to be a good father to Joel, his story tugged at something inside her. “That must have been difficult.”
“It was, but a lot of things in life can be difficult. I was much luckier with my foster parents than my older brother was. He emancipated himself as a minor before he graduated from high school.”
“Wow,” she said, thinking of how insulated her boarding-school upbringing was in comparison. “What is he doing now?”
“Running an obscenely successful company with a few sidelines when it suits him. He just got married.” A smile played over his lips. “He would do anything for her and she would do anything for him.” A glint of envy crossed his face so quickly she wondered if she imagined it. “Not everyone is that lucky. He deserves it. I can afford to be generous. I finally beat him at pool,” he joked.
“Sounds like an interesting family,” she said, feeling a teensy bit envious at the camaraderie she heard in his voice.
“I’m betting it’s worlds apart from yours,” he said.
“Mine was—” She paused. “Is different from yours, that’s for sure.”
“In what way?” he asked.
The server brought the food and set it on the table. “Tabitha and I were sent off to boarding school by the time we were eight. I liked the structure more than Tabitha did.” Nicole shook her head, laughing at a chain of memories that ran through her mind. “She was so wild. She would have gotten kicked out if I hadn’t—” She broke off, even now respecting their vow of secrecy.
“If you hadn’t?” he asked.
“Old news,” she said, lifting her hand and dismissing his question.
“Your personality seems very different from hers,” he said. “You look similar, though her hair was lighter, wasn’t it?”
“She was a blonde in her heart. She lit up a room when she walked into it,” Nicole said.
“And you?”
“After we grew up, I didn’t usually walk into the same rooms she did. I was studying for my master’s degree, working as a teaching assistant.”
“Did you ever envy her?”
“Sometimes,” she said, remembering the awesome experience of when Tabitha had given birth to Joel. Nicole had wished for the same, but she’d never let anyone get that close. “On the other hand, being the life of the party looks like a lot of work. Maybe it comes natural to some people. Like you?”
He lifted a dark brow. “I wasn’t the life of the party. I was more interested in surviving. People will do lots of things to survive.”
“Never thought of it that way,” she said, pushing her salad around her plate and remembering how Tabitha had worked her way around her father in a way Nicole had never managed.
“Your mother is in France, right?” Rafe asked.
“More from my dossier?”
He gave her an unapologetic smile.
“Yes, she lives in France with a younger man and alimony from my father.”
“Do you ever see her?”
“Not often. She’s busy living the life she missed when she was married to my father.”
“And your father?”
“We’re not close,” she said, averting her gaze. There was too much bad blackness in that relationship. “I see him about once every couple of months.”
“I would think he’d be interested in an heir for his business. A grandson would be a huge ego boost.”
“I suppose the idea of a grandson is a huge ego boost. He definitely missed having a son, but my father has his priorities. I have mine. He’s expanded his business more in the international market, so that keeps him out of town more.” When Tabitha had died, her father had argued vehemently with her that he should be Joel’s guardian instead of Nicole. Her second-best defense had been that he was out of town so frequently. Her number-one defense, however, had created an ugly tension between them.
“Who’s your backup for Joel?”
She didn’t like the turn of the conversation. “I have a cousin with a baby. We’re very close. She’s there for me when I need her, but I’ve been able to handle most of my parental responsibilities myself. I’ve chosen the best preschool and I’ve arranged my job so that I have flexibility if I need to take a day off.”
“Superhero,” he said.
“No,” she said. “Just the best substitute mom I can be.”
“He calls you Mom.”
Her heart contracted at the reminder. “I had a hard time with that in the beginning, but then I realized that Joel needed to feel like he had a mom. I was it.”
“What else do you want to know about me?” he asked.
She gave a short laugh and smiled. “Everything. Just everything.What’s your attitude toward corporal punishment?”
“The death penalty?” he asked, crinkling his eyes in his confusion.
“No. Spanking children.”
“Oh,” he said, realization crossing his face. “I was spanked as a child, but Lord, there’s got to be a better way. Time out, no cupcakes, no Wii. Something’s gotta work. What do you think?”
Surprised that he’d turned the question on her, she paused a half beat. “All of those,” she said. “I’ve been fortunate with Joel. He responds well to other methods. If there’s a problem area, I try to work up a reward system. We’ve used star stickers before,” she said, smiling.
“Star stickers,” he said. “I got them when I read a book, cleaned the commode, mopped the floor or made the honor roll.”
“How often did you make the honor roll?” she asked, curious.
“Not as often as you did, I bet,” he said. “I played football.”
“Ah, a jock,” she said, the words coming out before she could edit them.
“And you were a nerd,” he said. “A hot nerd.”
“Just a nerd,” she said.
“You wouldn’t have looked twice at a football-playing, low-class guy like me,” he teased.
She suspected she would have secretly lusted after him. “Oh, I don’t know. I always envied others with athletic skills.”
He gave a rough laugh that skittered down her nerve endings. “What kind of boys did you torment during high school?”
“None,” she said, then remembered the geeky guy from a neighboring boys’ school that had seemed to have a crush on her. “Okay, maybe one or two. I left most of that for Tabitha. She came out of the womb ready to seduce the world.”
“What about you?”
“I came out shy and tentative, a little awkward. I needed to think things over.”
“And now? Where is the man in your life?” he probed.
“The man in my life is Joel,” she said in a deliberately cool voice. “For the sake of my son, my love life and my party life can wait. Can yours?”
He met her gaze. “Is that what you’re afraid of? My wild lifestyle?”
She shrugged. “I have to think about what’s best for Joel.”
“I’d